Wang Changan talked a lot, and sometimes told some stories. The children became more interested and kept chattering.

"Great Elder, the clan elder said that there are people who have one more bone than us. Is this true?"

A child asked, looking very yearning. Wang Xiajun once told them that that kind of people are called born supreme, and they are powerful and extraordinary.

"Well, it's true. It's a real piece of bone. It is born with a great supernatural power and is very powerful."

"Then can you beat them?"

A little girl asked, smaller than the other children, with a pink face and pink hands holding a small puppet, and asked ignorantly.

"There are no absolutes in the world. If you firmly believe that you are invincible, you will be invincible."

…

Wang Changan also found that children liked telling stories more. After the class, a large group of children gathered around and pulled Wang Changan to talk non-stop.

Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I scold.

The child was still very ignorant, and his martial arts practice had just begun. Wang Changan focused on explaining martial arts to the Kuang Dao army in his clan.

After all, this is the path he has walked, and there are traces and traces. Many tribesmen couldn't help but marvel after hearing this.

"The Great Elder has gone too far. It is completely unimaginable how far the Great Elder has gone. His understanding of Taoism is too profound."

After Wang Long listened to Wang Changan's lecture, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes! It's indeed a lot more than that!"

Wang Zhouhai said, even he was shocked.

When hundreds of thousands of Kuangdao troops listened to Wang Changan's explanation, many of them had deep feelings in their hearts and respected Wang Changan more and more.

Time passed by half a month, and the three-year appointment had not come yet, and the others had not returned yet, but Bai Jingyi came to see Wang Changan.

Qingqiu Ancient Land has been looking for the Jianghuang Sword, which is of great significance to the Qingqiu clan.

They never gave up, but now they have a clue.

"Are you sure it's in the south?" Wang Changan asked.

"Well, I wasn't sure before, but now all the clues point to the ancient country of Southern Xinjiang, which is in today's Southern Territory."

"Do you have to go?"

"In the true explanation of the Demonic Way, the Demonic Ancestor mentioned the ancient country of Southern Xinjiang, and I have to go there both publicly and privately."

…

The ancient country of Southern Xinjiang, a vast ancient country that was annihilated in the long river of history, was once glorious and glorious, and was one of the most powerful ancient countries in ancient times.

Time has passed and the situation has changed. We no longer see the prosperity of the past, but only endless desolation.

Above the Black Mountain, the bright moon gave off a hazy light, which seemed unreal. In the halo of the moon, there were rocky mountains piled densely together.

They are scattered like chess pieces in an endless stretch. Below the mountainside are all moist ancient forests, and above the mountainside are all exposed black rocks.

Wang Changan and his party finally crossed the mountains and rivers and arrived at the southern border.

"This place is really the ancient country of southern Xinjiang."

Yin Wudi said that this area is very strange, with rocky mountains, desolate forests and numerous poisonous barriers everywhere.

"No, this Mount Buyin can only be regarded as the gateway to the ancient country in southern Xinjiang. To find the ruins of the ancient country, we have to go deep into it."

"The legend of Buyin Mountain is innate. When viewed from the sky, it looks like countless alpacas are lost on the plains, and their humps have turned into mountains. It is also called Quntuo Mountain."

"Be careful. Quntuo Mountain is not a kind place. There are many strange rumors about it. They are definitely not groundless. Southern Xinjiang has been mysterious since ancient times."

Bai Jing made a lot of preparations before arriving, and there are also some secrets in Qingqiu Ancient Land.

"I've heard of this before." Mingtu said.

"No, Lao Ming, you have heard of this before." Yin Wudi responded.

"What's this? I used to wander around and heard a lot of things."

"Tell me about it." Wang Xiaojue also became interested.

"Yes, Lao Ming, you are right!"

"I don't know if it's true or not. I heard an old man say it before. He said that in ancient times, southern Xinjiang was famous for many strange things, and one of them was about these camel mountains."

"Legend has it that whenever there is a different color in the moon, a hundred thousand groups of alpacas will make the sound of alpacas, which will spread all over the mountains. It will be loud and clear at first, and then it will come in layers like a wave."

"I heard people say it's not just weird. If someone encounters such a vision, they will die suddenly within a month even if nothing happens that day. And this kind of thing is not an isolated case."

"I heard that there were saints in ancient times who died in strange ways. The original name of these camel mountains is Buyin Mountain, but it's not that no, but the terrifying terror."

"Real or false, Biyin Mountain."

Wang Dazhuang muttered that even the saints could not escape, which seemed to be true.

"It's nothing to talk about geographical changes."

"Wait a minute, you said the moon has different colors, what kind of strange method, can the moon also grow hair?"

Yin Wudi said nonchalantly, turning around and pointing his finger at the moon in the sky, but suddenly he was stunned and his finger stopped in mid-air.

Everyone looked up at it, and it seemed that the moon was really "hairy".

There is no cloud in the sky, but the moon in the sky looks hazy and strange. From a distance, it seems like it really has hair?

The moon seems to be covered with a screen, and it is getting hazier and hazier, and it is almost impossible to see the clear outline.

Wang Changan looked at the moon in the sky and felt strange. With a yelp, a scream came from the dense forest of the Black Mountain. It was not a sharp scream.

But it was extremely clear, and everyone was shocked. They must have misheard it.

But what followed was another scream, with a hint of mourning in the sound, as if a lost animal was calling the group.

"No, I was tricked when I first came here. Isn't it so evil?"

Yin Wudi said, they are in the mountains.

I really heard screams one after another, and then the mountains trembled slightly, and there were more and more screams, with one sound rising and then falling, a continuous ups and downs.

"Old Ming, you've been talking too much!" Wang Dazhuang said helplessly.

"Don't laugh, this is no joke."

"It has always been strange, and we really encountered it."

The moon in the sky was so hazy at this time, the moonlight was dim, as if it was blocked by a thick cotton gauze.

Faintly, you can see huge circles of light in the sky.

"Even the ancient saints can't avoid it?"

Wang Changan muttered, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

"Look!" Wang Dazhuang shouted.

Everyone looked at the sky together. Above the sky, the original halo was hazy. I thought it was light, but unexpectedly there were layers of yellow mist floating down.

There was no sense of inconsistency in the moonlight, and it was even hard to tell whether it was moonlight or yellow mist.

They were in an ancient forest, the ground was shaking slightly, and the sound of chaos was coming, making people feel like they were surrounded by a crisis.

Cluck, cluck.

There was a sound coming from the big trees in the mountain forest. It was very gentle at first, but it became more and more violent. There were rumbling sounds between the mountains.

"It doesn't seem to be the sound of trees."

Wang Changan stood on a rock, his consciousness swept over, and there was nothing unusual. The ancient trees here were huge, some with trunks tens of meters tall, and branches and leaves luxuriantly luxuriant.

"It's getting louder and louder."

Bai Jing held the sheath of the holy weapon in one hand, and the roaring sound actually gave them a sense of shock.

It is undoubtedly absurd that a great monk in the heavenly and human realm should feel insignificant in this wave of noise.

The mountains trembled, as if the mountains were undulating and shaking the earth.

The world was so oppressive, the moonlight dimmed, and the surroundings were completely dark.

Between the roaring sound and waves, there was a great momentum between heaven and earth, pressing down.
Chapter completed!